“Here was a thing he wanted: for singers to pause in their singing to laugh during a verse. Here was a thing… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“there was something musical about Ronan when he swore, a careful and loving precision to the way he fit the words together,… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
When the end comes, dark and hungry I'll be alone, love When the end comes, black and starving I'll say good-bye, love.-from… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
We dance, we dance. You hold the thread of my soul. You spin, you spin. And you unravel the part from the… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
It's easy to convince men to love you, Puck. All you have to do is be a mountain they have to climb… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Sam was saying it didn’t matter, but it kind of did, too. “Save your kraut poetry for Grace,” I said, after a… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Blame the poets. It’s easier to stir people to rebellion if they think they’re on the side of a demigod or some… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
This summer-sweet night is only one minute upon one minute upon another Beautiful cacophony, sugar upon lips, dancing to exhaustion I thought… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Afterward, Isabel drove me home and I shut myself in the study with Rilke, and I read and I wanted. And leaving… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his. With a guilty little smile he pulled my hand toward… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time, there lived a boy, and he had to risk everything to keep what he loved. But really the story was:… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
I think-I need to ask an embarrassing question. Do you think I could borrow a pair of scrubs? I-uh-my pants-" "Oh!" Cried the poor nurse. "Yes. Absolutely. I'll be right back." [...] "Thanks," I mumbled. "I'll just change here. He's not looking at anything at the moment." I gestured toward Sam, who was looking convincingly sedated. The nurse vanished through… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share
We dance, we dance. You hold the thread of my soul. You spin, you spin. And you unravel the part from the whole. We… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Mum once told Dad that vices are only vices when looked at through the frame of society. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“At least when he was at Aglionby he could turn over his papers to see the grades, concrete proof of his success at something.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“That's the one." In Puck Connolly's custody. That might be the last I see of that jacket.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“I asked,”Are you going to pick up next time I call you?” ”I did this time didn’t I?” “Say yes.” “Yes. Conditionally yes.”…... …”What… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
